Fall always feels bittersweet to me.   

I love the stillness of the air, the waning warmth of the sun and the vividness of the trees just before they shed their leaves for the season.  

 I also feel a slight sadness.  Without being fully conscious of it, I notice that this time of year makes me want to shed a few things of my own.  Some of what I’m letting go of is small and insignificant.  It’s the equivalent of cleaning out my closet.   

But other things are more daunting to release - work that had once made me happy but no longer does; relationships that haven’t worked in a long time; and dreams that I have outgrown.   

 Here’s the thing though, endings are hard. They are full of ‘what-ifs’, ambiguity and sadness.  Letting go also takes time.  We can’t expect ourselves to have an intellectual knowing and then move straight into action.   

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